Lord of the Star Ocean

Biquge www.NovelMTL.com, update the latest chapter of Xinghai Lord as soon as possible!

The memory of the predecessor was surging up in Nie Feng's mind, which made him extremely emotional.

If you want to be a star warrior, you ca n’t do it without the guidance and instruction of a famous teacher. It is naturally the only choice for countless dreaming teenagers to worship the local martial arts.

The original Nie Erwa was one of them, but unfortunately he only learned a set of forged body boxing skills in Wanan Wuguan. The most important and critical "Tai Shang Induction" was always difficult to break through and had no choice but to help. give up.

The reason why he confuses the streets violently and turns into an unreliable **** in the eyes of others has a great relationship with Wanan Wuguan.

Once again, although the soul has long been replaced, the memory of the predecessor is becoming clearer.

Suppressing the inner fluctuations, Nie Feng shot the door knocker twice without hesitation.

Squeak ~

The small door on the right side of the main door opened halfway, and a small head with a bun was pierced out.

Nie Feng laughed: "Little table, long time no see!"

The little door boy first froze, and then a surprised expression appeared: "Brother Nie, why are you here?"

Nie Feng said, "I'm here to see the master of Wanguan to worship."

"what?"

The doorman couldn't help but startled, his mouth was so cute.

Nie Feng smiled, reached out and touched each other's small head.

The real name of the small table is Wang Zhuo. He is the only grandson of the old king of the gatehouse of Wan'an Wuguan.

When I was studying art in Wu Guan, the small table had the best relationship with Nie Erwa.

"Little table, who are you talking to?"

At this time, a questioning voice came from the Wuguan compound: "Don't open the door to others!"

The small table quickly opened the door completely, and turned to the people inside and said, "It's Brother Nie's here!"

"Brother Nie?"

The person asking was obviously very confused, but when he saw Nie Feng coming through the door, he was suddenly stunned.

"Nie Erwa, it's you! Why are you back?"

Nie Feng saluted the other with a fist: "Brother Chen, it's been a long time!"

Inside the gate of Wan'an Martial Arts Center is the performance martial arts field. Except for a towering tree planted on the south wall, the other places are paved with hard bluestone bricks for disciples to practice martial arts and to compare and compare.

Since the Wan'an Martial Arts Center has been here for decades, many bluestone bricks have been cracked or sunken. They look very old, but there are nearly thirty disciples of martial arts in the field.

Nie Feng's predecessor left Wuguan only more than half a year, so he knew most people.

Of course, there are as many disciples who are familiar with him.

Brother Chen surrendered with a smile, and asked politely, "What are you doing?"

Nie Feng replied calmly: "I'm here to formally worship the Master of the Museum."

There are two main ways to learn arts in Wuguan. The first is to pay tuition fees and learn martial arts under the unified arrangements of Wuguan. There is no restriction on qualifications and identities. This is the predecessor of Nie Feng.

The second is to formally worship a teacher. The situation is completely different, because the real relationship between the master and the apprentice is very serious. The requirements for selecting disciples are often high, and the talent, character, and even identity background are within the scope of measurement.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples have been recruited by Wan'an Wuguan, but those who can become the master's personal disciples of Wan Shangzhi can count both hands, and each one can be regarded as an elite member of Wuguan.

"Formally pay tribute to the owner of Wanguan ... haha!"

Brother Chen had not answered yet, and behind him was a laugh full of ridicule.

"Nie Erwa, have you been hanging out for a long time, even forgetting what you are?"

The crowd that had just gathered came apart, a man in a blue shirt and a girl in a white skirt came over.

"Brother, sister!"

The disciples of Wuguan salute and salute one after another, their expressions are very respectful.

The man in the blue shirt was in his twenties or so. The five officials were arrogant and looked at Nie Feng's eyes with disdain.

Nie Feng calmed down first, then smiled lightly, "Brother Zhang, are you there?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he yelled at the white girl next to the man in the blue shirt: "Sister Wan Shi."

Although his expression was calm and calm on the surface, Nie Feng's heart was not calm.

The man in blue shirt is Zhang Mo, a big disciple of Wan Shangzhi, and the girl in white skirt is Wan Yunfang, the daughter of Wan Shangzhi. The latter is about the same age as Nie Feng, and she is known as the flower of Wanan Wuguan.

At first, Nie Feng studied art in Wu Guan, and the young admirer thought about Wan Yunfang. As a result, he was attacked and humiliated by Zhang Mo, and he had to leave Wu Guan.

Zhang Mo has a narrow heart. He considers himself the heir to Wan Shangzhi, and has been pursuing Wan Yunfang, so he cannot tolerate Nie Feng's predecessor swaying in front of the latter.

Nie Feng originally thought that the grievances and disputes of his predecessor did not need to bother him, but now it seems that he still thinks too simple. Perhaps it is a mistake to return to Wanan Wuguan today.

Wan Yunfang didn't like Nie Feng either, and nodded expressionlessly in response.

Zhang Mo, however, became more upset. He stared at Nie Feng and said, "Nie Erwa, Master is out visiting friends. Do n’t say that he is not here today. Even if he is, he wo n’t take your place. So do n’t be delusional. ! "

His words were harsh and unpleasant, and the next few Wuguan disciples couldn't help smirking.

Wan Yunfang frowned, but said nothing.

Nie Feng knew that if the museum owner went out, the museum would shut down behind doors and let the disciples practice by themselves to prevent others from coming to kick the museum, so Zhang Mo should be telling the truth.

But this kind of naked / naked malicious taunts made the other person feel a anger in his heart!

"What? Not convinced?"

Zhang Mo keenly noticed Nie Feng's eyes and immediately laughed at him: "Let me see, what skills you have now, dare to run back to martial arts to worship!"

In fact, he felt that Nie Feng was different from the past, but he didn't take it at all. He also eagerly tried to teach Nie Feng a lesson, and the latter was so happy to find his teeth!

If it was replaced by the former Nie Erwa, it might really be stimulated by Zhang Mo's words, but what kind of character is Nie Feng now, how can Zhang Mo be so clumsy as a radical leader?

He ignored Zhang Mo's remarks and said with a smile: "Since the owner of Wanguan is not here, then I will leave."

After speaking, Nie Feng turned around and walked away.

There isn't only Wanan's martial arts in the city of Nanyuan. Why should he be entangled with people like Zhang Mo?

However, Nie Feng was leaving, but Zhang Mo didn't agree—he hadn't played enough!

"Nie Erwa, what are you so anxious to do, our teachers and brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, get close first!"

The master of Wan'an Wuguan said in his mouth, while striding forward to catch up with Nie Feng, the detective gripped his claws lightningly towards Nie Feng's right shoulder, and directly used three or four points of power.

Zhang Mo didn't want Nie Feng's life, but it was exactly what he wanted to achieve by holding Nie Feng to the ground and letting his uncle be stunned at his feet.

He doesn't see any difficulty in doing this.

But what Zhang Mo never expected was that his inevitable shot was missed!

Just when Zhang Mo's claws were about to touch Nie Feng's shoulder, Nie Feng turned around as if already prepared to avoid the attack of the former.

Zhang Mo froze suddenly.

His eyes met with Nie Feng, and the scowl in the eyes of the latter made him feel out of control!

boom!

With everyone's unbelievable eyes watching, Nie Feng slaps a heavy blow on Zhang Mo's chest, slaps the master directly and flies out, and falls uncontrollably beyond five or six steps. On the ground.

"Star Warrior!"

A martial arts disciple yelled, his expression looked like hell.

In fact, no reminder from him is needed. All the people present have seen the faint light from Nie Feng's right palm that has not yet been recovered-Xing Neng!

Zhang Mo is a black iron warrior who condenses the Xuanyuan's veins. If Nie Feng is not a star warrior, no matter how strong he is, it is impossible to shoot him out with a palm, and he is so ugly!

--------------

For collections and flowers support!